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A grain of salt I keep rolling back between my fingertips For not forgetting If the feel could only be heard might make the mountain shudder It’s all the treasure Buried I’m just searching A blur in a blurry background twisting for something I lost what could I do Gotten by the old voice roll like when I heard you way back when Now a disembodied voice And sounds like forever goodbye A Ring back from around the rim and the sum it just is what it is.
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Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 11:27 AM UTC
Gotten by the old Voice Roll
A grain of salt I keep rolling back between my fingertips For not forgetting If the feel could only be heard might make the mountain shudder It’s all the treasure Buried I’m just searching A blur in a blurry background twisting for something I lost what could I do Gotten by the old voice roll like when I heard you way back when Now a disembodied voice And sounds like forever goodbye A Ring back from around the rim and the sum it just is what it is.
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Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 11:27 AM UTC
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